A glimpse of dawn~ connor x reader dbh

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She looks puzzled for a moment, then leans over and grabs a small piece from the front of my shirt. "Is it like.. attached to you?"

Feeling a little... unnerved to say the least, I quickly respond, "No. That would be highly unsanitary, never washing my clothes."

She gives me another look. "So where do you keep all your robo clothes..? Where's your house..?"

I pause for a moment.."I just go back to the cyber life tower. Usually that is just where I go, when I am not on missions."

She gives me a sad look, "Lame." She lets go of my shirt, flopping her arms back up against the desk to lean on. Her legs dangle, not touching the floor. "You sound like you have a pretty boring outside life. Go to those android clubs or something. Eden?"

"That is not a pastime of mine."

"Mhm, well it should be. Maybe that's where you will meet your wife, have little robo babies. If that's even possible." She gives me an inquisitive look, and I know what she's about to ask.

"No, Y/N, androids cannot reproduce on their own."

She rolls her eyes, "Takes the fun out of everything." She sighs loudly, then buzzes her lips. "I'm gonna go change, and wipe off this shit." She says, pointing to her face. "Don't catch too many criminals while i'm gone."

She slides off the desk, brushing past me. Along her way, she waves to Ari, flips off Chris, and kicks Gavin in his shin. When he swing around, she keeps walking. Clueless. A good actor, she is.

Hank walks over to me, "Have you gotten any new cases or something?" I can feel that he is not really here for that, so I just answer no. He sighs, clearly not wanting to talk to me, but not knowing what else to do.

He gives me a side eye, then just walks back to his desk. "Getting to work". I bet you if I took a peek on his computer, I would only see a long spotify list of metal music.

Y/N walks back out, rubbing her face, freshly cleaned. She carries her dress, now wearing a comfortable looking outfit. Fowler yells out, "Alright boys, back to work!"

Everyone groans heading back to their desks. All the guests have seemed to leave, and the day returns to normal. I head to my desk and begin my work for the day, looking through files, all of that snazzy stuff.

Y/n sighs, collapsing into her chair. I can practically hear her complaining.

A few hours pass, and it's now 4pm. Many people take their dinner break, but y/n doesn't move. She just sits there, her hand on her face, staring at the computer. I don't disturb her, I know she is working diligently. Hank gets up, takes some chinese takeout out of his bag, and throws it to
y/n from a few feet away.

She jumps a little, startled. She looks at the food, then back up at Hank. "Oh, yeah. Sorry. T-thanks." She's clearly disturbed by the gesture, but nonetheless begins to eat the food.

I can see Anderson smile, clearly happy by his somewhat success.

I know from reading up on the two of them that they are often seen eating at Chinese takeout places, alone and together. Y/n's most famous interview was actually taken there, paparazzi spotting her through a window.

I don't blame them, it is quite tasty.

y/n's pov-

On my way home, I drop by the grocery store to pick up a few necessities. I pass a paint store, and see a familiar face walk out.

His movements are smooth.

I quickly catch up to him, "Hey, is your name Markus?"

He turns around, startled. "Yes, and you are?"

Holy shit I just pooped myself.

"OH MY GOD. I've seen you in articles with Carl Manfred!! He is one of my favorite artists!! Do you enjoy taking care of him?" I ask, my skin jumping out of my bones.

He smiles, clearly enthused to talk to about him. "Yes, I do. And I presume you are just a fan?"

"Woah, buddy. I wouldn't classify myself as just a fan." I see his light flicker yellow, "I've worked with him personally. When his son Leo had an investigation done on him, I was there. I had quite a few chats with Carl."

"Mhm.." He mumbles, clearly trying to recognize my face. "Well it's nice to meet you again, I suppose." His eyes flicker in the lights, bright and beautiful.

I smile, pausing to rethink my thoughts for a moment. "Say, Markus?"

"Yes?"

"If anything happens with Leo again.. or you for that matter, or Carl, give me a text okay?" I notice some tears on his clothes, they might be from protestors, but I still get an uneasy feeling. "Can you like.. scan my number?" I ask, not exactly sure how to do this transaction.

"Just say your number, and I will register it within my system."

I list it out, and when he asks for a name, I tell him "Y/N Collins."

His LED flickers, and his eyes open again. "Alright, it's saved."

"Do you mind if you don't tell Mr.Manfred about this?" I yell out, his feet starting to drift away from mine. "I know how stubborn he is.. Just... Keep me there for safe keeping, alright?"

He smiles back at me,

"Alright."